[ The relief is palpable and visible in Josuke's body language. His shoulders relax near instantly, and his expression softens too, slowly sitting back a bit more in his seat. With a disbelieving, cut-off exhale: ]

Damn, he sounds like a total badass...

[ Cutting off his own leg to save Sanji's life, then proudly saying he's gonna live for another 100 years? What a cool freaking dude. He wishes he could meet him. That kind of selflessness is so inspiring... his eyes twinkle with something like admiration. Josuke hasn't done something quite like that, but he thinks he could be pushed to do it. He'd nearly blown himself up to save the life of his best friend, and would do it again in a heartbeat. ]

I wish I knew my savior like that. [ But unfortunately, there was no way to contact or find him, after the fifty days he spent on the brink of death in the hospital. It warms his heart to know that even after going through something so horrible, Sanji and his savior were able to stay close — and even work together...? ] That's amazing...

[ Josuke leans an elbow on the table, propping his chin up. What he says next, he hesitates on a bit, but when the words do come out, they do so freely, naturally. ]

I get why you would feel regret, Sanji... but, you know, I don't think he'd ever hold anything against you. He must really care about you.